Why Ten?
Benjamin stretched and groaned, reaching behind his back he pulled out the ball shaped alarm clock and gazed grumpily at it, the damn thing was supposed to wake him up at eight AM not eight to three, he lobbed the red and white ball into a corner and rolled away from his messy room, then groaned again. It was no good Ben couldn't sleep.
So he stretched and spun his feet out of bed, then swore as one of them landed on a small reptilian figurine, he picked it up and gazed at it for a moment before his groggy mind recognised it as a pokemon...he flicked that to the side as well and stumbled towards the bathroom, he leaned against the sink for a moment, staring at the unshaven face and messy brown hair before he threw up, heaving all of his stomach contents (mostly beer) into the porcelain toilet, reaching up he pulled the cord that drew shut the curtains and blocked out that obnoxious sunlight that pierced his eyes.
...sunlight?
Ben swooned as he pushed away from the porcelain throne and staggered towards the kitchen, he rubbed his eyes and stared at the digital clock 2:57PM, Ben's intense green eyes widened and he fell over as the sun bit him yet again. He military crawled back into his bedroom and hauled himself up on the bed, searching wildly about he found some cotton boxers, he grabbed them and sniffed...nothing instantly dangerous. Ben kicked off his pyjama pants and stuffed them into his backpack before looking down his lanky body, he had to admit, he was all skin and bones, funny thing that his mother always complained about him eating too much.
Ben jammed on the boxers and found his jeans hanging from the ceiling fan (how they got there was anyone's guess) then grabbed a shirt, jammed some more things in his bag and raced out the door, an hour later he arrived at the laboratory in time to see a very unhappy Professor Oak in his white coat and dark spectacles watching Ben and two others converging on his lab.
The Professor lifted an eyebrow "About time you punks showed up..." He eyed Ben's shirt "Do those come in men's sizes?" Ben glanced down as the two other teenagers broke into giggles, his shirt had rolled up while he ran and now looked more like a girl's attempt at sexy, not to mention he'd grabbed a Hawaiian shirt, the big flowers probably did little to improve the image. Not for the first time Ben wished he'd put more effort into building some descent stomach muscles, a showing of abs would probably silence all three of the stooges.
Ben sighed and rolled his shirt down "Classy entries are my thing"
Professor Oak snorted and waved a hand at Stephanie in her latest Gothic outfit, a trenchcoat covering a short skirt and a shirt that could almost be mistaken for a bra, she scuffed the ground impatiently with her huge biker boots and ran a pale hand through her black hair, making the blue highlights sparkle in the mid-afternoon sun and Cory, so plain that Ben was surprised he even remembered the little Asian's name "Theirs too, it's hard to be late when everyone else shows up on equally tardy terms...not a thought for poor old Oak though" he ran a hand through his light brown hair and adjusted his shades "I need to work with a younger crowd..."